I mean.. we could think of someone 🤔🤭
100% she is William Bowery
Do you guys really think it's Joe? Really?
So Jack, who just so happened to produce the 1975’s latest album, set Taylor up with Matty…who she’s known for over 10 years…and the article mentions the briefly “dated” before? LOL BFFR.
They’ve been dating for under 2 months, which would’ve been since March, yet she went through a “divorce” with Toe in the middle of closing on an $8.3 million house with him sometime in March (according to “sources”), which was made public in April and from April 9th to May 2nd, she has dated the race car driver, Bradley Cooper, AND Matty, who again, she’s been dating for almost 2 months?
And she still manages to perform a 44 song set list back to back to back whilst bathed in lesbian flag and rainbow lighting with a smile on her face and garter on her thigh with the occasional dinner/outing with her friends squeezed in between?
🤣
🎃 Imagine this. You are walking through your yard. It's one of your favorite places, all sprawling garden rows and vibrant green grass. There are herbs for cooking and spell casting. There are daisies - so many daisies - in every shade of your rainbow. Up ahead you spot a small cropping of weeds, and set your foot on each stepping stone of the path that leads right to them. The house is a little farther now, but you are still within the confines of your tall and impenetrable fence. Nothing comes through that fence. Not now and not ever. Within it you are safe. Your lover and your fresh baked buns are safe. (The buns, of course, are in the oven turning golden as you speak. It's an old family recipe, jotted lovingly on a recipe card.) You reach the weeds and pluck a dandelion. Caught up in a moment of buoyant childlike whimsy, you make a wish and blow, blow, blow. Hundreds of featherly florets scatter. You laugh. You watch as they ride the breeze, one floret in particular. It drifts and dances like all the others, but as the wind changes direction it swoops over the fence. You lose sight of it, and send a silent apology to whoever ends up with a cropping of dandelions in their yard. Did you know that dandelions don't need to be purposefully planted all at once? All it takes is for one small seed to catch on the breeze, and by then it has spread irreversibly. You'd never know where the initial seed came from, because it has started so small and floated so far. You swallow, staring at the fence. It was you who blew the dandelion in the first place. It was you who ventured too closely to the edge of the garden. It was chance and weather that landed it where it did. You breathe in, and deep and out, expelling the growing anxiety from your body. You turn back to the house. You have those homemade buns to tend to, after all. But as you reach the door you can't help but cast a furtive glance over your shoulder, to the spot where that dandelion floret disappeared. You can never blame someone for the dandelions that sprout in your grass. It’s untraceable and irrelevant. They all come from the same place anyway: a private moment performed too near the property line. Of course the recipient would pluck the weeds so unwittingly planted. Of course they, too, would blow, blow, blow and spread the florets far and wide. Once you blow a dandelion, you never get it back. It isn’t yours anymore. 🎃
Kaylor was the first thing I thought of lol
“this one’s about you. you know who you are. i love you.” ???????????
This Anon was sent to @spade-riddles and it is either trying to mimic something Taylor would send or is an inside source. I am supremely annoyed either way, but I just wanna point a few things out because I can’t stop myself—which was probably the intention because we are all fucking FBI detectives with this shit
1) 🎃—JACK o lantern /pumpkin—Jack A? Halloween? October? 31 days??
2) HEEL—Matt Healy 🤮
3) sparks fly—Speak Now
4) to be ready—for it?
5) 🎃—why again? Beginning and ending ?
This could all be word salad bullshit and a distraction from the dumpster 🔥
March 17 in Glendale, AZ — Mirrorball/Tim McGraw
March 18 in Glendale, AZ — State of Grace/This Is Me Trying
March 24 in Las Vegas, NV — Our Song/ Snow on the Beach
March 25 in Las Vegas, NV— Cowboy Like Me w/ Marcus Mumford/White Horse
March 31 in Arlington, TX — Sad Beautiful Tragic/ Ours
April 1 in Arlington, TX — Death by a Thousand Cuts/Clean
April 2 in Arlington, TX — Jump Then Fall/The Lucky One
April 13 in Tampa, FL — Speak Now/Treacherous
April 14 in Tampa, FL — The Great War w/ Aaron on guitar/You’re On Your Own Kid
April 15 in Tampa, FL — Mad Woman w/ Aaron on piano/Mean
April 21 in Houston, TX — Wonderland / You’re Not Sorry
April 22 in Houston, TX — A Place In This World / Today Was A Fairytale
April 23 in Houston, TX — Begin Again / Cold As You
April 28 in Atlanta, GA — The Other Side of the Door / Coney Island
April 29 in Atlanta, GA — High Infidelity / Gorgeous
April 30 in Atlanta, GA — I Bet You Think About Me / How You Get The Girl
May 5 in Nashville, TN— Sparks Fly/Teardrops On My Guitar
Holy shit. The implications of her playing a song about her Invisible love (they just see right through me vs. they see right through me, i see right through me) right after playing a song about the time she made out with a woman in public & yet people still discourse about her being straight. She’s crazy for that.
Just very interesting that she decides to play question and invisible…. the implications indeed
🎃 I cannot share my role in this chess game, but friends have friends of friends. I, for one, love my friends and their friends. I wonder if you know any of them? In magic, there is sleight of hand. Redirection of the eye. None of my messages have been about a rumored new boy toy. He is not the pivot. He is not the brake. He is not the parachute. Behind every public figure, every business transaction that makes up its image, there is a human heart that beats red and hot and furious. Sometimes those emotions don’t line up with what is so easily seen. It takes a lifetime to master the art of biting your tongue until it bleeds, all while feeding the world a blinding smile. That is the story these messages portray. The messy story. The metaphorical story. The true, but oh-so shrouded story. The story of the person behind the curtain. And the person that person loves fiercely. Think of these messages as smoke signals. I may not be around this blog for long, but I have my reasons for painting the pictures I do while I am here. In time, all the pieces fall right into place. A Jack-O-Lantern by any other name is still a Jack-O-Lantern. Speaking of, I love Halloween, don’t you? I’m already counting the days until October. 🎃
Dear 🎃 ,
I was walking the beach tonight and almost tripped over an old wine bottle. I picked it up and examined it, noticing it had been worn down in the waves. “How far had it traveled?” And then it caught my eye - a piece of parchment tucked inside. My heart started pounding with excitement at the discovery! I gingerly removed the cork you’d carefully encased in wax protecting your message. Slowly, patiently, I coaxed the parchment from the bottle. My hands shook as I read your letter. As I scanned each word you wrote, I could feel the empathy and grief filling me from within until it all burst from my eyes. The salt from my tears mixing with the salt of the ocean. I rushed home over the dune with the bottle and message in hand. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears as I tried to slow my thoughts. Clamoring toward my study, I heard my wife calling out from the kitchen, “Is everything ok, dear?!” I flung open my writing desk, pulling out a leaf of parchment. My pen flew across the page - flowing, sloping, swooping - Trying to expel the words I thought you needed. I trusted the pen. I hope it was true. I am returning this message to your bottle with my wax and seal. I hope this finds you in return, but I have a feeling that it will. Sometimes we women just know things...
(Enclosed Message)
Imagine This. A group of people have known your truth for as far back as you started sharing it. They have always been here, and they always will. They often quietly send good energy your way with intentions for peace and protection. For them, you aren’t an anti-hero. Or a selfish asshole…. Or any other negative internal self-talk track that might exist. Imagine you are just seen, supported, and ENOUGH. When you breathe in, imagine taking in all the love and support you need to move forward on whatever path you choose. As you exhale, imagine you breathe out all of the fears of faceless former fans in public outrage. Imagine believing that the universe always takes care of you, and when plans fall apart, it opens opportunities for your growth.
May you, Karlie, and your family find strength together as you prepare to turn the page on this chapter.
Warmly,
A lucky beachcomber
Just Queer Analysis of Taylor Swift’s music and simping for Karlie Kloss
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